Temple of the Dark Moon

Gong Hei Gong Hei, wish all year year got fish, body strong mind fresh…. eh i think i wish in the yahoo group dy…so no need dy lar…hahahahha… redundency is not required and is a waste of resources. anyways… i donno bout u guys, but i definitely no longer send greeting cards to anyone no more. first of all, i donno the adds lar~~… second of all, very very lazy lar~~~ third, got internet and sms mar…no need car dy lar…send msgs can dy~ or e-card lor…save environment ba~ hehehehe.

anyways, lets start with my journey back to home sweet home klang.. (for once in my god damned life… i actually MISS home~! can u believe it?! Kerteh must be worse than i thought!) anyways… the bus was suppose to come at 11.30 so i was suppose to wait for the bus round 11. very nice landlords i have… they offered me a ride to the station that is about 10-15 mins walk. god bless em. i woke up about 8 something taht morning… cant sleep with the racket those cursed chickens are making. the whole time i was awake, i cant keep the excitement of going home aside…litterally trembling with it. so to ease the over excited mind, i watch the last 2 epi of honey and clover to kill time.

being the punctual person that i always am…hehe… i arrived at the station about 10.45am. i was expecting the bus to arrive much later than 11.30. ya know malaysian time… always later by 15-30 mins …. once a big god damned blue moon do they arrive earlier or on time. anyways, the bus came at 11.30 and i boarded the bus. it was already nearly full with very little seats left empty. but then amount of ppl boarding the bus seem to exceed the empty seats. din give much thought of it though… wanted to leave as soon as possible. when i reached my seat number, someone was already there. so i had to politely ask them to move a side cause my number is 20 and theirs is obviously not. after i chased the kind lady away and comfortably settled myself at the seat, mr bus driver was making some hand gesture and i was called out to the front.

the ticket seller lady and the bus driver were blabbling away in some t’ganu slang malay so i couldnt understand a tiny winsee bit of what in the bloody world they are talking about. but from the looks of it, it seems like i have boarded the wrong bus. well, she did say the bus arrives at 11.30. cant blame me, i was just following instructions. and it was the stupid bus drivers fault. when i passed him the ticket he din even check properly whether i was suppose to go up the bus. since he din make a dingy bit of noise, i naturally assumed that i am on the right bus. talk about incompetence. sheesh.

turns out the bus i just boarded was the 8.30 bus from K.Tganu…mine is 9.30. Gawd, if the 8.30 bus comes at 11.30 … i cant even imagine what time the 9.30 bus will be arriving. resigning my fate to the higher powers (well, thats the only thing to soothe me) i sat quietly at the station, longing that i brought my MP3 player with me. at the very least i could save me from this absolute boredom. in less than 15 mins another bus came. but the bus driver came down from the bus at held up his ‘talk to the hand’ pose. just great, now the bus refuse to let us in? not that bad it seems… its just not the bus that im suppose to board cause this is the bus that left K Tganu at 10.30. i was like what in the world is wrong with these ppl? the bus that departed later actually arrives earlier than that that departed earlier? for a moment i thought the bus had broken down or something…which is definitely not what i want cometrue. thank the heavens or whatever there is, it remains as it is, just imagination cause the 9.30 bus finally arrives at 12.30. a few complaints here and there, but what the heck… im on my way home~! since i fell asleep before the bus even reach kemaman (bout 1 hr away from kerteh)… i don recall anything interesting to tell; just that after reaching KL have to change bus to go back to klang. after travelling through KL again, i thought to myself, i can make do without the jams…

after 8 hours of bus ride, my butt feels numb and sore. i guess even sitting causes fatigue, no? anyways, as i waltz into my sweet room, i was greeting with a pink envelope. i thought who in the world would send me a chinese new year greeting card… i mean at this time and age? but as i opened the envelope and half an A4 size card feel out, i guess it does give u a different feeling compared to receiving an e-card or sms (don take me wrong, i don expect cards or anything as fancy as that… e-cards and sms are great with me). perhaps its because that person decided to dig out the adds, buy the card, hold up the pen to write something other than just ‘happy new year’, sticked the stamp, went through the trouble of going to the post office or the little red box around town so that the little pink envelope will arrive to its intended targets. i certainly didnt expect to receive one and definitely not from the person that sent it. perhaps the only thing that i can do to repay this person’s effort was to spend some money to call and wish this person personally. which i did… but i did thought of just sending sms though..hahahahahaha.

Hope everyone get lots of ang pao, not just big in ang pao envelope… but also big big with its contents~! hehehehehe.